This sprawling dance,
all wings,
lures the swift strike.
And a fishhook moon
cast against the blue
baits
the great night.
Mayflies fishing,
their careless dance
tempts a harmony;
the final, blinding flash
of light riffles,
a feeding of attractions
the dance invites.
The night,
finally caught,
rhythm pauses its dark flight.
–Glen Larum